𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝙪. 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖

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-•𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄•-

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴏᴅᴇ

"Akumi-sama." Futari voiced out from beside the woman, dressed in the burgundy and red colors of the Mazoku. Akumi had similar attire, her typical boomerang missing on her back.

"Yes, Futari?"

"... May you let me see your reasoning for bringing me along instead of Aijiro Akuma? Surely it wasn't simply a matter of surname?" He asked politely. It may look weakening with a kid beside her as a representative.

"Aijiro is there for the protection of the others. I wouldn't leave you four alone at this moment with our numbers. And I think you'd prove to be a natural strategist or advisor. To get shown the ropes of a meeting as important as this is a great opportunity for you to thrive in this environment later on," She explained nonchalantly, "But stand close to me, and don't speak too brashly as you would me. Think through what you plan to say, find any arguments that would be against you should you voice those thoughts, and if you can counter them then speak. Your voice will not be necessary, but should one pick on you show no weakness." She instructed. This would be Futari's first meeting, and he was sure to ask specific questions she hoped she answered.

"Thank you, Akumi-sama. I'll follow you well." Futari bowed his head for a moment, as they reached the Senju-compound. 'I think you would prove to be a natural strategist or advisor', Akumi's voice rung in his head as his eyes lit with pride.

Akumi let out some of her veiled chakra so one could sense her presence, and had an immediate response.

A Senju guard came out, "You are here for the meeting?"

"Yes. We are unarmed." Akumi responded with an air of calmness, to which another shinobi came out to escort the two in the compound.

Akumi had adjusted her hair to make sure she was presentable. Her hair had been placed into a delicate, voluminous bun which held two beautiful gold and black coloured hair sticks. Strength and brutality aside, she was a terribly beautiful woman. There was no wonder about the number of men (and some women) that desired her.

"This is your destination." The guard stood in front of the meeting doors, to which the two lightly bowed in thanks. Akumi would not voice out a thanks to a man who looked at her child with unhidden mockery.

She stepped up to the door with Futari in tow, sliding the wooden door smoothly to step inside.

Everyone's attention immediately turned toward the newcomers. Some eyes held scrutiny as they gazed at the woman, other's simply kept a neutral expression.